Thursday, April 2, 2009

DANCE OF DERVISH....


......Forgiveness & Insight....

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all.
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
Empty of its furniture.
Still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at the door laughing,
And invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.

and then:-

My place is placeless,
My trace is traceless;
‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong
To the soul of the Beloved.
I have put duality away,
I have seen the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see,
One I call.
He is the first, He is the last.
He is the outward, He is the inward;
I am intoxicated with Love’s cup.

- Rumi

lily of day....


it is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three-hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere.
A lily of a day,
Is fairer far in May,
Although it droop and die that night,
It was the plant and flow'r of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be..
ben johnson..

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

love and marriage.....


One day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is love? How can I find it?"

His teacher -Socrates answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk
forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the
most magnificent stalk, then you have found love."

Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands,
having picked nothing.

His teacher asked, "Why did you not pick any stalk?"

Plato answered, "Because I could only pick once, and yet I could not turn
back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know if there
were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I walked further, the
stalks that I saw were not as good as the earlier one, so I did not pick
any in the end.

His teacher then said, "And that is love."

On another day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is marriage? How can I 
Find it?"

His teacher answered, "There is a thriving forest in front. Walk forward
without turning back, and chop down only one tree. If you find the tallest
tree, then you have found marriage."

Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with a tree. The tree
was not thriving, and it was not tall either. It was only an ordinary
tree.

His teacher asked, "Why did you chop down such an ordinary tree?"

Plato answered, "Because of my previous experience. I walked halfway
through the forest, but returned with empty hands. This time, I saw this
tree, and I felt that it was not bad, so I chopped it down and brought it
back. I did not want to miss the opportunity."

His teacher then said, "And that is marriage."
love as they say...itz value is seldom known until it is gone...and as they say marriage is a compromise....!!!
                but what about marrying a person you love??
     keep the faith
                                                ciao ciao!!!

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

the sublime bliss...

"That we construe results as results & not mere happenings, that we label events as good or bad & not accept them as they are, that we term work as hard or lazy & in doing so turn it into labour, that we work in order to achieve a specific goal & in the process forget to enjoy the work itself, that we are attached to a specific result & that too in the time frame as stipulated by our craving mind, are some of the factors which do not allow us to completely let go & makes us feel as if something is amiss...

The solution or salvation is manyfold, viz;

> Try to live in the NOW & HERE as much as possible ; it makes mind virtually loose its firm grip on u & u gradually start to become master of ur own destiny

> Wen u live completely in the present moment u stop worrying about the past & dreaming abt the future ; that makes u enjoy ur work totally & also makes it a creative effort

> once u love ur work..u gain  confidence in urself ; this confidence is nothing but the trust in urself, ur abilities & ur nature as a part of the whole

> This undwindling trust in urself brings the virtue of patience along with it ; u r now ready to persevere ur work wid utmost dedication & eady to accept the responsibility of whatever result it might bring

> Success & failure are then just two words for u..a byproduct of ur work ; ur focus on the process rather than result has now made u the master of ur own destiny.. u r now in sync wid the NATURE..THE WHOLE..THE DIVINE

> U accept whatever is & this time not wid grudge but wid gratitude ; u try to change things which u can in ur wisdom

> u do as if u r not the doer but an instrument..a witness ; u do not rest & leve everything on the almighty coz now u know that u r indeed a part of that almighty & exercise ur FREE WILL wid consciousness & awareness

> ur free will is supreme & now u cant be programmed or destined or remain indifferent ; this infact is the pois the power of love, the echo of silence, the shadow of peace, the state of bliss..............


Remember, DO NOT TRUST A SINGLE WORD OF MINE....DOUBT THEM TILL THEY BECOME UR OWN EXPERIENCE or else u will know the word intellectually but wud not be able to feel the bliss...

bless u..
take care..
love"
thanx a lot daa....

Monday, March 30, 2009

the blue feather....

to bring anything into your life...imagine its already there.....
like ...a blue feather...
visualize its every line and edge of it,the tip,v splits where its torn,fluff around the quill.just for a minute.then let it go....
surround it in golden light,if you want..thatz a healing thing,to help make that real,but it works in magnetizing too......
and so i let go my dream...and lemme see where it leads me..!!!


to be or not to be....

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.....
i am in a quandary and i just hope that god will let me tread the path which is best for me...
god...judge tenderly of me!!